The heavy silence of the boscage is interupted by the hoot of an owl. A rustle of leaves and a trickle of water now seems louder. The full moon shines it's blue light creating a form of a large strong creature - motionless he stands against a great oak. The glistening of the stags eyes twinkle, his hot breath floats in the cold air. The hind knows he has come back to protect her and their new born.